“Monsieur was omnipresent. Since his death, the telephone, which rang 10 to 30 times a day, has stopped ringing; it must be said that Madame has her cell phone. There is hardly any more mail either and we hardly receive any books or very few. "
Three years to the day after the death of Jean d'Ormesson, Olivier Cadot is inconsolable.
Like so many others.
He is part of this informal friendly of orphans of Jean d'Ormesson.
Of all those, close or less close friends, writers, journalists and others, who regularly came to warm themselves in the rays of this Sun King of letters.
Olivier Cadot, who remained in the service of “Madame”, remembers this December 5, 2017: “
It was a Tuesday.
On Thursday, he was to see Jean Rochefort.
»The one who was the cook, the butler and more, almost a member of the family of Jean d'Ormesson, often thinks of the phone call he receives that day from Françoise d'Ormesson, the wife of Jean, "
in the middle of the night,
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